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DISCRIMINATION AT SCHOOL ARTICLE 2
„Move, you psycho,” this is what I heard from behind and I already knew that it is Regina. She has
been bullying me since 2nd grade. She pushed me into lockers and walked away. „Are you okay?”
asked my best friend Dan. „Sure,” I sighed and smiled. „Why can’t she leave you alone? What is her
problem with muslims?” „I have no clue,” I said and the bell rang. „See you later, Sana.” I walked to
the classroom and sat in my chair. It was my favourite subject – Mathematics. After first 5 minutes I
got a small letter from a guy, who was next to me. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised. I knew that there is
offensive joke about me and my religion. Even though I knew it, I decided to read it, because I still had
hope that someone saw something nice about me. But obviously I was wrong. It was written: „What
are you hiding in your hijab? A bomb?” I crashed it and threw into my backpack. I have already had
there a few unpleasant notes. I heard his laugh but I didn’t look at him. The rest of the lesson went
quickly. With relief I went to the bathroom when the break started. I started to cry after I had locked up
myself in the cabin. The rest of the day went normally – lunch with Dan and more ridiculous jokes
about me. Then I went back to my home. „Hello Sana! How was your day?” my mother greeted me.
„Hey! It was good,” I lied. I didn’t want her to worry. „Wash your hands and come to dining area for
dinner,” my mom told. „OK.” When I washed my hands, I sat to the table and prayed with my family.
Then we ate meal. Later we went to the mosque for meeting with our community. After this I was
studying, doing my homework and eating ice cream. Unfortunately, I dropped a bowl with a dessert on
my backpack. My mom saw this situation and took a bag. Before washing it, she removed all things
from it. Unluckily, my mother discovered all offensive letters. „Honey, what are these?” she asked
with anxiousness. „Umm, nothing. Just some pieces of paper,” I responded. „Sana...they are very
unpleasant. Is anyone bullying you?” „No, these are just some stupid jokes. You don’t have to worry
about it,” „I don’t believe you! How long have you been getting them?” my mom asked. „For 5 years.
But it is OK. I have already been used to it,” and it was true. At the beginning of 2nd grade, when I
started getting them I had suicidal thoughts. But after 5 years I’m kind of accustomed. Of course I’m
crying but it is OK for me. „How could you not tell me?! I’m going to headmaster office tomorrow.
This is without any discussion!” my mom said with anger.